Quotes About Delicate

Credo che tutti abbiamo nella nostra coscienza come nel nostro corpo dei punti delicati e coperti cui volentieri si pensa.

Movies either work or they don't work and they're either funny or they're not and we work very hard. To achieve that kind of work is really kind of delicate stitching.

Her delicate brows drew together. "As a rancher, surely he knows how to ride a horse." "He can ride just fine. He took it into his head that he could break this rangy mustang, and it broke him instead." -Houston and Amelia

In my world travels, I saw a good many varieties of butterflies. They're incredibly delicate creatures, but they shouldn't be underestimated. Observing them as I did, I learned a valuable lesson. Sometimes if you surround a butterfly too closely, it couldn't fly if it wanted to.

The flavor of wine is like delicate poetry

Kate had the shape of a pixie, all noodle arms and legs; and when she bent to the ground and kicked up her feet, it looked as delicate as a spider walking a wall. Me, I sort of defied gravity with a thud.

The baby's body lay in a bassinet. He was the size of a half loaf of bread, his bones light as a bird's and stretched with thin skin.

He took a bite of scone, observing that it had achieved that delicate balance between crumbliness and half-set mortar that is the ideal of every scone, and felt some stirrings of appetite return.

She smelled of freshness and gunpowder, sweetness and fire.

The mind of a woman. The delicate chambering and massive unidirectional flow, like a physics experiment.

She is possibly the last child they will bring into living, and she is extremely delicate. She dislikes what little food they have but loves chicken and coffee. So, steadily, they have bumped off a long string of chickens to feed her, and she drinks two or three cups of black and parboiled coffee at every meal. Her eyes shine like burning oil and almost continuously she dances with drunkenness.

Wit is something more than a gymnastic trick of the intellect; true wit implies a beam of thought into the essence of a question, a flash that lights up a situation. Wit suggests the delicate but delightful play of a rapier in the hands of a master.

The art of biography seems to have fallen on evil times in England…. With us, the most delicate and humane of all the branches of the art of writing has been relegated to the journeymen of letters; we do not reflect that it is perhaps as difficult to write a good life as to live one.

A statistical analysis, properly conducted, is a delicate dissection of uncertainties, a surgery of suppositions.

I looked at her, as vivid in my doorway as the moon in the autumn sky. Her eyes held mine, gray and steady. It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment's carelessness. If I had ever believed it, I no longer did.

I looked at her, as vivid in my doorway as the moon in the autumn sky. Her eyes held mind, gray and steady. It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment's carelessness. If I had every believed it, I no longer did.

Because I know that everything we have is balanced on such a delicate web of incidence and coincidence.

Then Francis became ill. He had always been a delicate child, nicknamed "le Petit Roi

The air is all softness.

You dazzled me. There is nothing in the world so bright and delicate.

I'm easily destroyed and I operate on emotional levels.

What I desire will come to pass. There is no mitigation." That voice again, like shearing metal. I had stood in the presence of great gods before: my father and grandfather, Hermes, Apollo. Yet her gaze pierced me as theirs had not. Odysseus had said once she was like a blade honed to a hair's fineness, so delicate you would not even know you had been cut, while beat by beat your blood was emptying on the floor.

She is hollowed out, her edges blurred and insubstantial. She might disintegrate, break apart, like a raindrop hitting a leaf.

Once established for a few generations, civilization might seem durable enough to last forever. But the skin of enlightened self-interest is very delicate, easily eroded, and the human capacity for unspeakable barbarity lies just beneath its surface.